Fiction
Passing With Donner
February 26, 1847 My dearest Susan; I went in search of the land of gold, sunshine, and plenty - milk and honey - and instead found misery, snow, and starvation. I fear we will never make California my love. So I’m writing these missives not only to tell you how sorry I am and that I love you with all my heart, but also as a last testament. This journal will be as truthful as I can make it and those who come after can judge for themselves.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in History
Letters From Oneida
January 30, 1870 My Dearest Jane, I am not so frugal that I would spare the expense of a stamp, yet I leave this letter on your doorstep because I want to prevent any hands but mine and yours from touching it. This is the most intrepid composition I have ever generated because I feel so unworthy of your attention. I can hardly bear the thought that my affection may be misguided.
By Tom Bissonette, M.S.W. Ret.2 years ago in History
O.A.O.
My one and only (O.A.O.), Today I thought of you. Not in the casual, everyday sense. I actually contemplated our bond. I thought we could find a way to see each other when all of this ends. I trained the Colored boys to be more than they expected of themselves. That’s what made me think of you. All of the time you’ve invested in me and my willingness to be the best, I’ve found it compelling to note just how much you mean to me. I know you feel the same about me.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in History
The Legend of Varuna
In ancient times, when the universe was still in its infancy and the distinctions between the mortal and divine realms were indistinct, there existed a formidable deity who presided over the vast, unexplored waters of the cosmos. This deity was Varuna, the god of the oceans, the skies, and the celestial order. His narrative is one of adventure, wisdom, and the perpetual equilibrium between chaos and harmony.
By A História2 years ago in History
January 1, 1933. Content Warning.
Happiness and optimism have eluded me for months but as I enter upon this new beginning, I find myself hopeful. I feel this is the year of love and joy for myself. I have been writing in your pages for many years now and you have been privileged to hold all of my secrets, except for one that I fear letting out of the constraints of my mind. I have been holding it inside for so long, afraid to even speak it out loud or in your pages... but alas, I feel it is the only way to escape this darkness that has been draped over me for so long. If I don't release this, I fear I may drown in this misery of my own creation. Therefore, I must confess this to you, dearest Diary... for you are the only one I trust with my deepest secrets... I am in love with another, not my husband, not another man...
By Luna Verity2 years ago in History
The Mysterious Disappearance of Five Children in 1945 The Sodder Family Case.
The Mysterious Disappearance of Five Children in 1945 The Sodder Family Case. Some events in history never fade away instead they raise more questions over time. One such mystery is the disappearance of five Sodder children on Christmas Eve December 25 1945 in Fayetteville West Virginia USA.
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in History
Brevet
Eustace, I haven’t seen a white face in over thirteen days. We’ve been on the march for what seems like forever. I know you are home because you respect me. You love me. You are waiting for my swift return. You look up to me and worship and adore me because I’ve earned it. This war has taken a toll on many of the men in my camp. We, nevertheless, are strong willed and determined to fight off these imps.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in History
Love Across the Pond. Runner-Up in Love Letters Through Time Challenge.
July 22, 1902 Dearest Lily, I am heartbroken and grieving that you have returned to America upon the death of your father. You must accept my deepest condolences and sincerest desire to follow after you and share in comforting you and your entire family. This pronouncement, I know, is not invited at this time, but rest assured I would hasten my journey upon any word of welcome from you. I can still feel your tears on my cheek upon saying our goodbyes and can hardly believe that you are gone from me so soon after our declaration of love for one another. Understand, I am in no way intending to be selfish in saying this, as no amount of sadness on my part can compare with what you are experiencing.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno2 years ago in History
The Diary of Katherina Minola
February 26th, 1593 My new husband, Petruchio, has once again found our dinner “unfit” for consumption. This maddening behavior has persisted for several days now. As I write, I feel quite faint, and I fear I may not stay awake long enough to finish this entry. He vexes me so; with his foul odor, rough manners, and appalling sensibilities, I feel most days that I share my marriage bed with a filthy, flea-riddled cur! We have yet to consummate our marriage, simply because I cannot bear the thought of him defiling me so. It makes my skin crawl even to think of it!
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in History
